The great ship patrolled the border and set foot on the Dragon Flag Swallow.
Lushun Weihai is far away from the dragon and tiger, a thousand miles a day.
In the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, the wind and smoke enveloped China, and it was a national disaster.
The sky in Donggou is like ink, and the flames are soaring.
There are many heroes in the army, and Shichang leads the way alone.
In an emergency, I was not afraid to shoot, so I gave my life to serve my country and hit a Japanese ship.
Because of the weakness of the Qing court, it is difficult to fulfill the ambition of serving the country.
There is no choice but to fight to the death, and Asia's number one will eventually fall.
A new navy was established, and iron-blooded people were formed in it.
The wind blew the waves away from Liu Gong, and the sound of the waves was still stirring.
Linjiang Gong misses the past.
Wandering in Gong Liu, the sea is vast, and the horizon is overturned. I think of the Yi Shan Jieshi cast by the heroic spirit of Beiyang in that year. Looking back, the stormy waves reminded me of the Sino-Japanese War.
When selling cigarettes, the sound of guns was deafening, and the yellow waves were played thousands of times. Look at my navy officers and soldiers, their robes are stained with blood. Donggou aims at loneliness and pours wine.
Wu Jia Poetry Author: Qiu Jin
Wan Li returns to the clouds, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone.
Endure to see the picture change color, and be willing to let Jiangshan pay the price for it.
Turbid wine does not quench the tears of worrying about the country, and we should strive for talents when saving.
Ping shi ten thousand heads of blood, also want to save Li Kun.